I can’t believe it and I’m sorry it took so long!
The sun was setting in the horizon as you sipped a cup of hot chocolate out at the balcony. Usually, the apartment would be empty, but today everyone was lazing inside from the rare off-day they had. Deciding to leave them to their comfort, you opted to watch the sunset to collect some of your thoughts.
Earlier in the day, you had exchanged stories with Mir. The events you told triggered something in your memory - in your heart.
Even thought the conversation had long ended, your heartbeats were skipping. It made you restless, troubled - and even slightly depressed.
Scenes and memories of the first and probably last time you talked to the boy flashed over and over again in your mind. You took another sip of the chocolate. It calmed you slight, if not at all.
Perhaps you should relieve those memories, you thought. Ever since you woke up in this house, you had tried to not let the scenes resurface in your mind. You were scared.
Afraid that seeing him in your memories would cause you to miss him.
Cause you pain, because you would only be able to miss him and never see him again.
Yet, you could not deny that you missed him still.
And wanted to see him - even if it was only in the hidden fragments of you memory.
In a hospital somewhere, you opened your eyes.
The white ceiling, the white walls, the white curtains flitting about at the window - it all seemed so familiar. Yes, because you had once read about them.
The feeling of waking up in the unfamiliar yet recognizable place.
Yet, it annoyed you that you could not remember how you got there.
In fact, you could not remember much, except for reading about hospitals and people who woke up in them.
“You’re awake!” A voice startled you.
Turning to the anxious voice, you found yourself looking at a very handsome boy. His gorgeous brown eyes were filled with happiness, the grin he wore showed off his neat and white teeth. The plain black shirt looked impossibly good on him, and you wanted to compliment him about it - until he leaned over you to kiss you - and you realized -
“I’m sorry, but who are you?”
“She doesn’t remember me.” You heard the boy’s voice from outside the room. His name was Joon, or so his friend - Mir said. Another friend of his - Seung Ho, was outside with Joon. You imagined the gorgeous boy looking dejected, and his friend comforting him.
You felt guilty.
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dream fic, Seung Ho centric [completed]
some things are meant to be bitterly sweet.
sobs struggling to post prettily on tumblr ;w; html doesn’t like me ;w;